Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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“Never fear, that’s the whole reason I came here! Well… part of the reason…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"What's the other reason?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Well, I kinda got… kicked out… from the last place I stayed. I got lost on the way out and found myself here. I never believed in fate much, but given everything at this inn, I’m pretty sure something else was at play here.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He places a comforting hand on their shoulder. "i'm sorry to hear that."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Ahh, I didn’t have any freedom to work there. Here, I can get a fresh start! I just need a job and resources and I can build up funds to restart my restaurant!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well I hope it goes well for you." he says, a genuine smile on his face.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Thanks!” Mauric examines the tree. “Hey! This bark is edible!” He slashes the trunk violently, collecting the fluffy phloem.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He sits down legs crossed and watches them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Aw crud. It’s stuck.” The inner bark is stuck on Mauric’s claws. He attempts to dislodge the plant tissue, but fails.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"want some help?" he asks, stifling a laugh.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“GAHHHHH” Mauric frantically scratches the upper part of the tree, but this gets more outer bark on his claws.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Ok ok. Stop flailing about. Lemme help." he grabs their hands and starts to gingerly pick out the bark.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mauric holds still. His hand shakes ever so slightly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Relax. I'm not gonna hurt ya." he says, smiling.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I know.” Mauric’s voice has lowered considerably.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*IM NOT DEAD :)*
*Exams suck. Please send help.*
Vincent is outside, his eyes closed. He seems to assemble and disassemble his pistol at lighting fast speeds, timing himself on a small stopwatch. A man stands over him, smoking a cigar. He wears the same uniform as Vincent. His skin is the color of honey and his hair and beard are the color of raven's feathers. He says something in another language that sounds like gentle praise for how well Vincent is doing.
Soap is outside with Romero and Lock, running laps to pass the time. Lock is very far ahead while Romero and Soap try to catch up.
A little black goat is pawing at the ground in the forest, bleating. It keeps digging at this one spot feverishly, trying to dig something up.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Caramel the undead cat walks up in front of it, watching carefully.
*I’ll deploy the chopper*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hey Wendi! I made a new RP thread even though I said I wouldn't!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It stares back at Caramel, tilting it's head.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*YOU FOOL. THE UNIVERSE IS UNBALANCED NOW!*
*Kidding, we're all fine. I got you a donut made from copper and chicken feet 🍩.*
*I'll go check it out once my data connection decides to be nice.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘